Last month, I had a gig with a Christian band for a 4-day youth camp. It wasn’t like the gigs I was used to but it was definitely much more fun and memorable. The whole experience was such a blessing that I was moved to write and post a short poem. I hope you enjoy it.


Memories slipping
will not hinder my missing
the rowdy night owls
the quick meandering fowls
the wet grass stained feet
the sweltering noontime heat
the brief contentment
the resounding incitement
the bruised purple knees
the long perilous journeys
the hard-fought slumber
the teary-eyed song number
the bonds we have grown
and the fading comfort zone
Missing, still missing
til fate seals our next meeting

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